Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I take you a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the
Lyrically for this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid
Disasterous, the master just this, for the listener
Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
Down wit my one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, it out

I persue sound fairs, like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for like life
I write and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not shit
The that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I it in the middle of the week
is weak an' and I start to speakin
Niggas start to leakin, my Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise
Com Sense'll be the killer, I spill a
Little bit of juice to a MC who a new producer
Got my nigga in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin, I the holdin
My flowin is turnin to
The birth is through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, em again and again
em back, lettin em know that minimum wages
Subliminally em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit facts
And milly ac-tually I on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga he's the nicest
Just because he got of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words will enlight your
When I'm quick to your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your
It's the for black attack
When I, yes quick to the wack
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and
Flowin water from a fountain when I deliver
Like water from a river you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur ill-literature
Yes, but I'm to get deeper
You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, the era

[Black
It's like this, we keep you like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, Absolute
For my man from the of Representatives
And it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma bout ta
Do I you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the 'cause
I'm the superior style and you
Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
just start to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind it out, check it out
Well it's the, style that change formats and forms
I swarm like killa bees for feelin these
MC's throw a tantrum, I the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump preference
You can never attempt to that where my level is
Black Thought severin competitives, off the top
Yo my stop, my man Com just drop

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came through thick a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is from Chicago
follow, hold the water bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm showin poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, the first New Testament
Start to it
The is like this, where the beat went
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to come against me, I em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have to shit on the mic
I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my roam/Rome like a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas extra weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
Toss this of shit that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came back the rap
Niggas follow me like one
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, to get it on
like this upon the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, check it out now, one now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star
Wit me and my crew baby you won't go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
the upper echelon of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions than a
The sad slow nigga much smoother than
Who can cop beats that I like cocaine
The effortless wit moves like subtraction
Lip, stick and admit wit mo'
And all the while my can pile up
data than X-File shows all added up
The educated from Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Team
But steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop and bla-block shot and chop spots
top notch cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome

The last word was precision so I get a
And sentences on top of your cranium
Underground,
the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's
Who can't across the border
Lookin across, the window, not a
at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly
My man took a picture, so I just snapped it
at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit
I pack but it's never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the opposite of
I get, throwing mad
Look at my man Bobbito and
I gotta the beat
I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the of strong
I used to smoke the but now I got the Heineken
It's my to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the
Used to write 'cause I got the burner
You might not get but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*